Quick Transmigration System: Talking about the cultivation of a delicate woman!

Chapter 210 The Emperor's New Clothes [6]

An Ran quickly hid behind the rushing guards, wrapped the towel around her body, and showed any flaws with strength.

After all, he was the imperial bodyguard, and quickly subdued the murderer, but the assassin committed suicide by swallowing medicine.

He took the clothes handed by the court lady and put them on, with the cold silk sticking to his body, he walked up to the dead assassin.

The black cloth covering his face has been taken off, and he looks like someone from the capital of the West, but he does not rule out framing.

"Take the corpse down." An Ran turned around and followed the maid back to the bedroom to rest.

Too many assassinations have happened, and everyone has become accustomed to it, each doing his own work in silence.

An Ran returned to the dormitory. Although the wound was not fatal, it was still scary to see bloody.

When the imperial physician came to An Ran, he still didn't ask the other party to feel his pulse, but just prescribed some ointment for external application, and fell asleep after applying it.

Before dawn the next day, An Ran was pulled out of bed and went to morning. Yesterday she was sick again and caught a cold from fright.

An Ran only felt that the headache was getting more and more uncomfortable, and he also felt groggy and without any energy. After changing his clothes, he was carried to the Morning Morning.

Maybe because of the assassin's problem yesterday, Bei Chenyi, who rarely went to court before, was miraculously included.

A group of ministers had to deal with a bunch of trivial matters for a long time. An Ran knew that he might have developed a high fever, but he still listened to it.

Bei Chenyi frowned deeply as he looked at An Ran, who was flushed with fever and insisted on listening to the end.

Thinking about what happened yesterday, Bei Chenyi thought about it and decided to come here.

But the most important thing is that Yan Yi returned triumphantly, and the opponent held a full 80 troops and a border defense map in his hands.

It would be best if he could recruit his subordinates, but if not, he would probably have to eradicate them.

After returning home, he announced the arrival of Imperial Physician Liu on duty, and An Ran only found out after looking at the memory.

This Imperial Physician Liu Qian is actually the original owner's mother's biological brother, and no one knows about this.

And An Ran's identity was concealed seamlessly thanks to him, otherwise it would be too difficult for the original owner to conceal his gender in the current isolated and helpless position.

Now the only one who knows the identity of the original owner and who can help the original owner is actually the only one.

"My minister Liu Qian pays his respects to His Majesty." An Ran originally thought he was an old man, but unexpectedly he was quite young, but he was not the type he liked.

"Get up." An Ran signaled the other party to get up.

"My minister is here to diagnose His Majesty's pulse." Liu Qian got up and came to An Ran's side.

The maids around her took a few steps back, An Ran cast a glance and said in a low voice: "I remember that General Yan is about to return to Beijing."

Liu Zhao looked at An Ran's expression, nodded slightly and said, "What do you want to do, Your Majesty?"

An Ran withdrew his hand, glanced at Liu Qian and said, "Bei Chenyi."

The regent, Bei Chenyi, controls the government, and the person on the throne is just a puppet. Although everyone knows it well, they all turn a blind eye to it.

After taking the pulse, An Ran also breathed a sigh of relief, at first he thought it was a chronic poison.

Fortunately, it was only a high fever caused by cold, so I prescribed medicine and waited for the medicine to drink and sweat.

An Ran inadvertently stuffed the note into the opponent's hand, and gave Liu Qian a wink to make the opponent back down.

An Ran pretended to correct the memorial, but in fact all the really important memorials were sent to the Prince Regent's Mansion.

An Ran's hands are all trivial matters, and An Ran has never even touched military memorials.

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